Masterlist

masterlist

haikyuu!!

starstruck. | kageyama tobio

from a distance. | oikawa tooru

confessions at dusk. | kageyama tobio

in the rain. | oikawa tooru

genshin

storms above.

magically appearing doorways are murderous, noted.

a prelude to light. | xiao

lantern skies. | xiao

liability. | xiao

friend, family, stranger. | childe

other

you are a god.

you are a human.

alone.

Can I have him?

HOT THINGS HE DOES ── ace trappola + gn!reader, 540

i. quite literally doesn’t care about your personal space, in a way that makes your heart flutter. even long before you start dating, he takes every opportunity to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against him or onto his lap. the way he touches you is casual and subtle — an arm around your shoulders or his chin on your shoulder — but it’s obvious enough that the new students at nrc automatically assume the two of you are dating when they first see you together.

ii. grins whenever he sees you. no matter how bad his rbf is or how sour is mood may be may be, it’s always resolved with a simple look at you. his lips pull into a lopsided grin when your eyes meet across the room, and he always offers you a two-finger salute in greeting. sometimes, when he feels extra playful, his grin becomes eerily similar to a smirk, and instead of giving you a salute, he’ll wink at you. it’s ridiculous, but it makes your cheeks warm anyway. you’re convinced that everything he does in life is to get a reaction out of you, one way or another.

iii. gossips with you, a lot. the way he whispers into your ear without taking his eyes off the person he’s talking about is uncannily similar to the mean girls you see on tv, which is why you’re embarrassed to admit that the way his breath brushes against your skin as he leans close to talk about that guy’s horrible sense of colour coordination makes your heart flutter. it’s even worse when he decides to go an extra mile for whatever reason and wrap his arm around your waist rather than simply leaning to you, pulling you closer and make your heart do all sorts of flips in your chest.

iv. slaps your butt. it’s stupid and immature and he literally has no reason to do it! but he does it anyway. he does it when you’re picking something up in front of him, or when he passes by you, or even just as a greeting. it’s a quick smack that is only loud enough for the people in close proximity to notice, but it’s still embarrassing. it doesn’t help that he has no shame, simply smirking whenever you turn to give him a look.

v. has a fixation with your lips. whenever he zones out around you, his eyes always end up on your lips— though, you’re not quite sure if he’s actually zoning out. whenever he realises that you’ve caught him staring, he simply gives you a lopsided smile and continues on with his day. he’s also the type of guy who carries the type of lip balm that you dip your finger in to apply it, and there’s nothing to stop him from applying it on you when he notices that your lips are dry or chapped. his eyes are focused as he drags his finger across your lips, and he has an odd habit of dragging your bottom lip down slightly as a finishing touch. you end up being the one staring, and when he notices, he simply quirks a brow with a smirk and asks, “what? d’you want a kiss?”

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“oh, you are cruel.”

“is that so?”

oikawa stands there in the pouring rain, giggling. you tighten them around him a little more as he clings to your jacket, to you. you can feel his breath ghosting your skin, and his face is tucked into the crook of your neck. none of this had been planned, but nothing in your life is ever planned anyways.

“you can’t just steal my heart and stand there like you did nothing,” he complains, though not without a grin. oikawa raises his head and studies your face. despite the water, his hair hasn’t flattened at all, and you would never admit it, but he looks good. “and now we’re soaked.”

“well, sorry i can’t control the weather,” you retort, almost rolling your eyes. “and i think you need some new standards if i was the thief here.”

he pecks your lips. “i think we should get somewhere dry before judging standards here.”

“y’know, for once, you’re right,” you reply, pulling away. it’s not before you take a few steps that you realize oikawa hasn’t moved from his spot, a smile on his face. “are you coming?”

he snaps out of it quickly. “yeah—“

a beat.

“of course.”

to be vulnerable is to let yourself be bare, soft; to strip away everything until the only thing left is flesh and bone and skin. it is to carve out your soul and leave it at the mercy of someone else— trusting that they won’t leave you when you refuse to let yourself be anything but alone.

to xiao, a liability.

he is a weapon, an agent of bloodshed. vulnerability can only mean suffering for anyone who chooses to stay. (to be vulnerable is to be human, and he is anything but. when scarlet inks his hands, it is not of an innocent’s anymore. no longer the stain of humans, but of demons. this duty is repentance.)

and yet he finds himself soft for you.

soft, your hands as they cradle his face. and so, so warm. you tuck a lock of hair behind his ear, sweep a thumb across his bare cheek, and oh, how his heart trembles. he leans into your touch, shaky in resolve. (for how the mighty fall. for how long has it been since anyone has been this tender with him?)

and when you press a kiss to his lips, he lets himself melt into your hold. you are purer than anything he could ever dream of. you, divine and more than he deserves.

xiao is nothing like you, but perhaps he can learn.